"suceeded" poems - Hello Poetry

hollow pointed flowers litter, the war torn fields, watered, by the blood from human carcass's left, after the battle. now, become mulch and food to toxic soil's greed the children play among the dry, white bones building clacking, castles high and scavenging the metal petals and kahki cloth for with which, they haggle, for food to buy. their world of decrepit decay, exsists..... under a cloud of grey and with only the memory of parents, they make their own way... what once was green is now brown and what was was steel is now rust, upon the ground. but not the hollow flowers, somehow, they retain their gleam and they glitter, like diamonds, in the harsh daylight. they, the children, the keepers of this world, know not how to smile or cry. they live to survive to them simple things, like joy and laughter are myths. they have no time to ask why... but they love, the little flowers, that sit upon the sands. the hollow pointed flowers that feel right, within small hands. and the songs they sing, are murky as to the prayers they say, before bedtime.... just, undefined mantras. taken from the before. when the gods, were advertisements and everybody suceeded. everybody was needed, everybody was blind, to creed and colour and the world was fine and dandy. and mothers loved their children, fathers walked beside. this, before the sundering before the parents, fought and fought and died. leaving just dusty bones in toxic fields and bullet blossomed flowers to mark the loss of life... to mark the loss of living... to mark the end of fighting.... to mark the end of destruction... after the dying was done

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC

betterdays

after the dying was done

hollow pointed flowers litter, the war torn fields, watered, by the blood from human carcass's left, after the battle. now, become mulch and food to toxic soil's greed the children play among the dry, white bones building clacking, castles high and scavenging the metal petals and kahki cloth for with which, they haggle, for food to buy. their world of decrepit decay, exsists..... under a cloud of grey and with only the memory of parents, they make their own way... what once was green is now brown and what was was steel is now rust, upon the ground. but not the hollow flowers, somehow, they retain their gleam and they glitter, like diamonds, in the harsh daylight. they, the children, the keepers of this world, know not how to smile or cry. they live to survive to them simple things, like joy and laughter are myths. they have no time to ask why... but they love, the little flowers, that sit upon the sands. the hollow pointed flowers that feel right, within small hands. and the songs they sing, are murky as to the prayers they say, before bedtime.... just, undefined mantras. taken from the before. when the gods, were advertisements and everybody suceeded. everybody was needed, everybody was blind, to creed and colour and the world was fine and dandy. and mothers loved their children, fathers walked beside. this, before the sundering before the parents, fought and fought and died. leaving just dusty bones in toxic fields and bullet blossomed flowers to mark the loss of life... to mark the loss of living... to mark the end of fighting.... to mark the end of destruction... after the dying was done

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Finally I suceeded In achieving Somethings new.

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Jan 18, 2013

Jan 18, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC

oddhonesty

Finishing Touch

Finally I suceeded In achieving Somethings new.

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Oh The things that you do to your body To cope with mere emotions To numb a heartache To blind your insecurities. You cut your arms until you bleed You swallow pills until you can't see You drink yourself blind You starve until your bones Are protruding out at every inch You cry so hard You can't even breathe So you continue to hold your breath You hide away always feeling ashamed You have *** with people you hate You try so hard But you never succeed In ending all your pain So after trying all the alternatives Which of none suceeded You decided it was time to leave This pain behind So you smiled and waved and said your Goodbyes Looked in the mirror one last time With a sorrowful look In your eyes And you Loaded that gun And you Put it to your head Now the once beautiful you Lies Dead on the floor Are you happy now? Did you eliminate all the pain? Are you beautiful now, as you rot in the ground?

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Jan 11, 2014

Jan 11, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC

bri-devvy

pain takes it all

Oh The things that you do to your body To cope with mere emotions To numb a heartache To blind your insecurities. You cut your arms until you bleed You swallow pills until you can't see You drink yourself blind You starve until your bones Are protruding out at every inch You cry so hard You can't even breathe So you continue to hold your breath You hide away always feeling ashamed You have *** with people you hate You try so hard But you never succeed In ending all your pain So after trying all the alternatives Which of none suceeded You decided it was time to leave This pain behind So you smiled and waved and said your Goodbyes Looked in the mirror one last time With a sorrowful look In your eyes And you Loaded that gun And you Put it to your head Now the once beautiful you Lies Dead on the floor Are you happy now? Did you eliminate all the pain? Are you beautiful now, as you rot in the ground?

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1/30/2016 we spoke in the darkened auditorium, waiting for a dance, waiting for stories told wordlessly I told her about that summer and how although I didn't like you I remembered it vividly, and how you woke up at unbearable hours and i did it for you, so I would wake up every 2 hours just to make sure I didn't sleep past my 7 am alarm I was home alone that summer most of the time, we laughed when my parents told us we didn't spend enough time together it was extraordinarily hot that summer i remember, it was like breathing into an oven, We drank a lot of rootbeer, sat on the porch with sandwiches, and you brought me blueberries and tried to make me laugh, And you usually suceeded- I hadn't yet succumbed to tearing my hair off and sitting in the white room like later and I swear I've aged so much in these two years but I got carried away and I told her I don't love you at all but rising those chlorophyll mornings I've never forgotten that, I know not why- maybe it was the light. maybe it was the heat, maybe it was my youth.

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Jan 31, 2016

Jan 31, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC

kdmills

green

1/30/2016 we spoke in the darkened auditorium, waiting for a dance, waiting for stories told wordlessly I told her about that summer and how although I didn't like you I remembered it vividly, and how you woke up at unbearable hours and i did it for you, so I would wake up every 2 hours just to make sure I didn't sleep past my 7 am alarm I was home alone that summer most of the time, we laughed when my parents told us we didn't spend enough time together it was extraordinarily hot that summer i remember, it was like breathing into an oven, We drank a lot of rootbeer, sat on the porch with sandwiches, and you brought me blueberries and tried to make me laugh, And you usually suceeded- I hadn't yet succumbed to tearing my hair off and sitting in the white room like later and I swear I've aged so much in these two years but I got carried away and I told her I don't love you at all but rising those chlorophyll mornings I've never forgotten that, I know not why- maybe it was the light. maybe it was the heat, maybe it was my youth.

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People would ask me " what made you who you are. " I'd say my family and things that filled me with glee, especially the people who I talked to almost every hour. My Friends. They helped me change for the better. Those who will stay for the end will be considered greater. They helped me when most needed and encouraged me so much They cheered when I suceeded and always stayed in touch.

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Apr 7, 2017

Apr 7, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC

marietta-ginete

Friends

People would ask me " what made you who you are. " I'd say my family and things that filled me with glee, especially the people who I talked to almost every hour. My Friends. They helped me change for the better. Those who will stay for the end will be considered greater. They helped me when most needed and encouraged me so much They cheered when I suceeded and always stayed in touch.

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